"Brother Lu, I can't control my flying sword." During the struggle, beads of sweat appeared on the top of Ye Ziyu's head. The eyes looking at Lu Xiaotian were full of anxiety. In the past, she regarded Lord Ye City as her relative, but now it seems so ridiculous. Even Baili Fei and Fu Yu, in Ye Ziyu's eyes, have become pawns of the middle-aged man in front of him. From the time she could remember, it seemed that Lu Xiaocai was the only person she could truly rely on, and he had never asked for anything in return.
"Be careful, think of a way to protect yourself first, and try not to use the methods that City Lord Ye left for you before." Lu Xiaotian flashed, but suddenly disappeared out of thin air, passing directly through the flying green rope. Suddenly appeared above the middle-aged man's head. Fang Tian's painted halberd suddenly appeared, and the aura of destruction of heaven and earth followed the giant halberd. The huge air waves caused the lotus leaves and lotus flowers below to surge like a tide.
At the same time, the ape-headed beast of the Seven Fusion Souls came out with two hammers in hand. Lu Xiaotian also directly swallowed the soul essence of the next Fusion Realm monster. The soul essence gathered the power of the blood in the body, and faced the Under the huge pressure of the high-level monks, the momentum of this halberd reached an unprecedented peak state for Lu Xiaotian.
"The magical power of teleportation is interesting, interesting." The middle-aged man's face first showed a look of surprise, and then it returned to a look of palm. I saw that he was holding the Tunyuan Sword in his left hand, restraining the ethereal flying swords of Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a white lotus from his mouth. The white lotus had a white light that appeared directly above his head. The spitting white light collided with Fang Tian's painted halberd chopped off by Lu Xiaotian.
The white light was annihilated for a moment, and Lu Xiaotian's full-strength halberd was actually blocked by the brilliance of the white lotus. It was only a few feet away from the middle-aged man's head, but Lu Xiaotian's Fangtian Painted Halberd couldn't get closer. Even when Lu Xiaotian wanted to pull out Fang Tian's painted halberd, the halberd seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and could not be pulled out.
On the other hand, this middle-aged man's aura was as usual, and it was obvious that suppressing Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu at the same time did not put much pressure on him. The middle-aged man stretched out his fingers with his right hand and flicked. The green rope in the air seemed to have come to life. It twisted in the air, and electricity shot out. The seven-melted-soul ape-headed beast was directly entangled in its arms by the long green rope.
The extremely thick arms of the seven-melted soul ape-headed beast were unable to break free. And the long green rope continues to extend towards the ape-headed beast. In the blink of an eye, the seven-melted soul ape-headed beast and the six-melted soul eagle-bodied beast released immediately were tied together. No matter how hard the two beasts struggled, they were still unable to break away from the long green rope.
The long green rope was getting tighter and tighter. The seven-melted-soul ape-headed beast could only roar helplessly.
At this time, other long green ropes also rolled towards Ye Ziyu and Lu Xiaotian respectively.
Ye Ziyu is not as good as Lu Xiaotian, his physical strength lies in the flying sword. But when they encountered the Yuanyuan Sword Technique practiced by this middle-aged man, he didn't know how many sword fetuses he had swallowed. The misty flying swords of the two teamed up did not have much ability to counterattack in front of the Yuanyuan Sword. At this time, the green rope was getting closer and closer. In the blink of an eye, all the escape routes around Ye Ziyu were sealed.
The situation around Lu Xiaotian is not much better.
This middle-aged man has magical powers, and his strength is as deep as the gray-black Abyss-Swallowing Sword. At this time, Lu Xiaotian had no reservations about his fighting skills, but from the beginning to the end, the middle-aged man barely moved his body. This was an absolute gap in strength. Lu Xiaotian didn't even know whether this middle-aged man was in the late stage of the Fusion Realm or an old monster in the Mahayana Stage that had surpassed the late stage of the Fusion Stage. A look of determination flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, and he still controlled Fang Tian's painted halberd to engage in a stalemate with the middle-aged man. But he himself flashed and shot towards Ye Ziyu.
"Want to leave?" A faint smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face. He clapped his right palm in the air, and several green ropes intertwined in the air. In a blink of an eye, a large net was formed, blocking Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu.
Lu Xiaotian stretched out his palm and grabbed it in the air, and a big blood-colored hand was grabbed out of thin air. In the big blood-colored hand, the violent black and blue phaseless mysterious fire was beating, and it suddenly burned the green ropes. I don’t know what this green rope was made of, but even the Formless Mysterious Fire couldn’t burn it. Just a tremor. The big bloody hand that Lu Xiaotian grabbed took the opportunity to pull, and in a blink of an eye, he opened a gap in the big net made of green ropes.
Ye Ziyu has followed Lu Xiaotian for so long, and he is also a Fusion Realm monk. He naturally knew that the opportunity was not to be missed. Before Lu Xiaotian could greet him, he escaped from inside with a flicker of his body.
"Let's go!" Lu Xiaotian pulled Ye Ziyu, and the six-melted eagle-body beast fluttered out, and in the blink of an eye it extended to a wingspan of ten tiles.
Lu Xiaotian knew that the rolling green rope was difficult to tangle, and ordinary magic weapons would not work at all. It seemed that only the phaseless mysterious fire could restrain it slightly. Facing the green rope that was rolling around, Lu Xiaotian made a move with both hands. With the help of Yanyang Fire Spirit, the twelve ropes had been repaired a lot. At this time, Lu Xiaotian recklessly stimulated its potential, and its power was even greater than before. One cut, and in the blink of an eye, those long green ropes were about to be twisted into pieces.
"The Buddhist sect's formless mysterious fire seems to be somewhat different from the magical powers in the Wuxiang Fire Sutra. Some of them are like the magical powers in the Great Fire Sutra. It can be used to such an extent by someone outside the Buddhist sect. When It's really rare and unusual." At this time, the middle-aged man showed a look of surprise on his face. In the blink of an eye, he smiled again, opened his mouth, and spit out a small black and purple bottle from his mouth.
"If you have the formless profound fire, come and try my demon-burning blazing golden flame."
Before he finished speaking, the black and purple vial tipped over, and the demon-burning blazing golden flames inside roared out in a tsunami. In the blazing golden flames of the burning demon, a man wearing black armor looked exactly like the middle-aged man, except that he had more black and golden spiritual flames lingering around him.
"I have actually cultivated a fire spirit." There was no surprise in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. He had only cultivated the Xianyang Fire Spirit in seclusion in the past few years, which was obviously much worse than the Demon Burning Golden Flame Fire Spirit in front of him. The demon-burning blazing golden flame is as famous in the world of immortality as the formless mysterious fire, and the middle-aged man in front of him, Ye Qianxun, has obviously practiced extremely powerful fire techniques.
If he were to confront the demon-burning golden flame head-on with the phaseless profound fire, he would undoubtedly be hitting a stone with an egg, but if he took back the phaseless profound fire, Lu Xiaotian didn't have a good way to deal with those green ropes. Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed, and he could already feel the restlessness of the little fire crow.
Lu Xiaotian was about to release the little fire crow to engulf these demon-burning golden flames in one breath.
A hint of ridicule suddenly flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he saw a golden hand stretched out from the golden spiritual flame. Suddenly he grabbed Lu Xiaotian's chest. The golden hand came very quickly.
